Tom: Cm
Cm Cm
I got the keys to the country, my diamonds kinda dusty
Cm Cm
Security like the President, so can't nobody touch me
Cm Cm
I got the keys to the country, twenty deep when I go clubbin’
Cm Cm
Only baddies hit my blunt and ride my Harley, motherfucker
[Verse]
Cm Cm
My bank account lookin' George Strait, I ain't worried ’bout that
Cm Cm
Got more ice than Kid Rock in the mitten state and the winter season forecast, yeah
Cm Cm
Backwoods, my style still slap in the Black hoods
Cm Cm
Dirty ass in a flannel shirt rockin' Chevrolets with a cowl hood, but it sounds good
Cm Cm
Never endin', that's my time, I bring hip-hop to thesе tall pines
Cm Cm
The CMAs let a rappеr in, it be Upchurch on that dotted line
Cm
Rednecker than a redneck with tan lines
Cm
But I'd really like a thick bitch on my time
Cm
The backroad threat drippin' off my mind
Cm
Like sauce to ribs, I want honey on mine
Cm
And some honeys on the line when the Cadillac's live
Cm
This is my life and I'm just wingin’ it, child
Cm
Ain’t made no plans in a long-long time
Cm
Cause I drift like a cowboy off in the night
Cm
Just listen for that Rover
Cm
Be aware of that smoke
Cm
Just know there ain’t another one of me
Cm
When it ends it's all that I wrote
[Chorus]
Cm Cm
I got the keys to the country, my diamonds kinda dusty
Cm Cm
Security like the President, so can't nobody touch me
Cm Cm
I got the keys to the country, twenty deep when I go clubbin'
Cm Cm
Only baddies hit my blunt and ride my Harley, motherfucker
[Post-Chorus]
Cm Cm
I got the keys to the country, keys to the country
Cm Cm
Ride around my city with the keys to the country
Cm Cm
I got the keys to the country, keys to the country
Cm Cm Cm
Only baddies hit my blunt and ride my Harleys, motherfuckerrrrrrrr
[Verse 2]
Cm
Stay rich, it’s the big ballin'
Cm Cm
Bo Duke-ing my whole life, where's the '69 Charger?
Cm Cm
Confederate flag flyin' proudly while I'm smokin' loud leaf
Cm Cm
If you don't like my people, tell the game
N.C.
They can all leave
Cm Cm
Motherfucker, I don't care, we headbangin', smokin' killer pot
Cm Cm
We be sippin' out of jars and passin' out on rocky top
Cm Cm
Go ahead and call the cops, I got my cattle gates locked
Cm Cm
We ain't turnin' down until our bodies hit the ground and stop
Cm Cm
It's that southside livin', Swamporghini still drippin'
Cm Cm
Party at my house this weekend, twenty girlfriends went missin'
Cm Cm
Ha-ha, they say I flex too much
Cm
Well, bitch, I got that southern comfort, you should
N.C.
Get you some
[Chorus]
Cm Cm
I got the keys to the country, my diamonds kinda dusty
Cm Cm
Security like the President, so can't nobody touch me
Cm Cm
I got the keys to the country, twenty deep when I go clubbin'
Cm Cm
Only baddies hit my blunt and ride my Harley, motherfucker
[Post-Chorus]
Cm Cm
I got the keys to the country, keys to the country
Cm Cm
Ride around my city with the keys to the country
Cm Cm
I got the keys to the country, keys to the country
Cm Cm
Only baddies hit my blunt and ride my Harleys, motherfucker
